We Traced The Shape Of Our Loss To See Your FaceWe Traced The Shape Of Our Loss To See Your Face
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Hannah Rodabaugh’s We Traced The Shape Of Our Loss To See Your Face catalogues loss, loneliness, desire and melancholy in the dark palette of cave crickets and night beetles, burst stars, fuchsia as tarnished blue, scaly fish, clotted fibre. The chapbook considers mortality and permanence, the role of language, symbols, movement, materiality, pain and silence. 



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